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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Graeme Clark
Graeme Clark
Bass Guitar
Graeme Duffin
Graeme Duffin
Guitar
Tommy Cunningham
Tommy Cunningham
Drums
Neil Mitchell
Neil Mitchell
Keyboards
Marti Pellow
Marti Pellow
Vocals
Christopher White
Christopher White
Saxophone
Ian Morrow
Ian Morrow
Programming
Paul Spong
Paul Spong
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Graeme Clark
Graeme Clark
Songwriter
Tommy Cunningham
Tommy Cunningham
Songwriter
Neil Mitchell
Neil Mitchell
Songwriter
Marti Pellow
Marti Pellow
Songwriter
Chris Difford
Chris Difford
Songwriter
Graeme Duffin
Graeme Duffin
Songwriter
Wet Wet Wet
Wet Wet Wet
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wet Wet Wet
Wet Wet Wet
Producer
Graeme Clark
Graeme Clark
Producer
Graeme Duffin
Graeme Duffin
Producer
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Niall Flynn
Niall Flynn
Assistant Engineer
Ryan Freeland
Ryan Freeland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sandy Jones
Sandy Jones
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

And I was sitting lonely in my car Watching her come and go And I could feel the strings pulling my heart From the old house that I used to know Like the river that was flowing (Like the river, that was flowing) She was coming without knowing (She was coming, without knowing) And our love's the river that somehow Lost it's flow, lost it's flow From my car I can see her there As the curtain slowly moves As he runs his fingers through her hair And the fire slowly grooves Well, what's the answer to this pain? I want to get back to her love again There she's sitting in that room When she walked 'cross the street Could she feel there's a heat From my heart as it beats with her love? In her eyes other guys, see the fair that is there But she might never, she might never know I was sitting lonely in my house Wanting to tell her, wanting to call And say I know I let you down Without thinking, his love might fall No more hurting, no more clowning This emotion isn't drowning If the river's gonna save our true love After all, after all I'm chewing on my nails again With my home across the street I ain't got no place to turn to now While you're cooking for that creep Well, what's the answer to this pain? I want to get back to her love again And there she's sitting in that room When she walked 'cross the street Could she feel there's a heat From my heart as it beats with her love? In her eyes other guys, see the fair that is there But she might never know As I turned so she waved This was all that she gave So what was there to trade in love? Just the past that was cast, in the groove of the move That she might never know, she might, she might never know
Writer(s): Christopher Henry Difford, Tommy Cunningham, Marti Pellow, Graeme Clark, Neil Mitchell, Graeme Ian Duffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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